I'm going to draw a picture a picture very strangeI will not use crayons i"ll use a razon-blade and if i do it right a red ocean will apear to scare away all sorrow and wipe away all fear. Some times people mayask me "hey are you okay?" i'll say i am full of rage and hate is here to stay.I am lost my soul has turned blackI am gone and i'm never coming back.
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